Павел Пиковский и группа Хьюго - Антивоенный джаз
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Millions of patients of millions,
Thousands of broken thousands,
Each sculptor would like from this stone,
At least something to carve
And breaking all outposts and prisons,
Put the guillotin more,
The one who was an executioner will become a victim
Who was with someone will be alone.

There is a law, the one who is younger is growing,
The one who is older is aging
These songs sound so far in our homes, the batteries are hot,
And the country of someone else's fence
Rubs like a stray puppy,
I pray for those who returned
And for those who could not return.

Spit on Grammy and grants,
Gather in the late hour
Unknown musicians
Compose their own anti -war jazz.

And they taught me that the sun
Not brighter than night salute,
Everything has its own plus and its minus,
If you do not know the absolute
That everyone has a personal
And nothing justified by the fear,
The fact that witches will remain to live
Galilee is burned at the stake.

Yellowed photo in hands,
And it is written on a turn,
That those who were for,
Like those who were against
That the country lay down to sunrise,
In the dungeon, black firm
That the position can be different
But death is always the same.

Spit on Grammy and grants,
Gather in the late hour
Unknown musicians
Compose their own anti -war jazz,
Who did not use freedom,
They are unlikely to be able to find out about us
Our answer is naked blues -
Anti -war jazz!